Sydney has become more
aware of her peers and their opinions this year. Because of her lack of impulse control and
her inability to determine right from wrong due to the Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
(FAS), it can be pretty concerning. I always request that Sydney be exposed to
positive peer models and the amount of time spent with children who have behavioral
issues be minimized, but in a public school setting this is not always
possible. Sydney has been acquiring lots of interesting knowledge this year to
say the least. The school year began with her coming home with gravel in her
pockets. She believed those ordinary rocks to be valuable. It seems a boy on the playground told her
they were fossils because they had little bits of color in them. When I asked
what they were fossils of she explained the boy claimed they were the knee
bones of Indians. That was the first week of school so I knew from the start it
was going to be a very exciting school year. The same boy has given her a lot
of “facts” about dinosaurs, insects, and weather that are not exactly accurate
too. I’m not sure if he believes the
stuff he tells her or if he just makes it up as he goes along, silently
laughing as my gullible daughter soaks it all up.
The most recent bit of
misinformation that Sydney believes to be true is something she learned from a
little girl in her math group. Apparently, a person can die of a heart attack
if they are exposed to too much math in one sitting. This little girl claims
her own dearly departed grandmother suffered “death by multiplication tables”.
I’m having a hard time convincing Sydney that it couldn’t happen.
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Sydney has come home with
some very entertaining stories lately. With help from her teacher, I’ve been
able to unravel a few mysteries. Sometimes Sydney’s stories are like onions and
I have to peel back a few layers to really get a good picture. Sydney and a
friend were disciplined at school a couple of weeks ago for name calling in the
classroom. The two girls had been picking on some of the boys. Sydney’s teacher
wrote a note on the weekly calendar that the students bring home each week to
let me know that Sydney had been in trouble. I never saw the note. When the
teacher looked for my reply the next day, she saw it had been erased! I spoke
very seriously with Sydney about it. Sydney claimed she did not erase the note.
Her friend and partner in crime did it. I am pretty sure there is a “Leave it
to Beaver” episode in this story somewhere.
Because of the
name-calling incident, Sydney’s teacher decided the two girls would be better
off sitting further apart and she moved their desks. Sydney confided to me
right after school that day that the two girls had a plan to right “the
injustice” of such a “cruel” punishment. They were going to DEMAND a meeting
with the teacher the next morning and insist she allow them to be reunited.
Sometimes it is very hard to keep a straight face when Sydney is telling me
these things. I find third grade drama extremely funny. I could hardly wait to
hear the next installment when I picked her up the following day. I had emailed
the teacher to warn her of the coup attempt so she was ready for them. I so
wish I could have been a fly on the wall during the girls’ plea for justice.
Sydney never did understand why their demands were not met.
I’ve been overjoyed this
school year because Sydney is making friends. Last year she was shunned by the
girls in her class and bullied by the boys. This year she has had fewer of
those sad sagas and is a lot happier. I suppose it could partially be the
personalities of the different students in her class this year but I also see
her maturing. She still has all the same disabilities but she is gaining some “street
smarts” that she really needed. I know public school takes a mom’s innocent
little five year old, exposes them to all kinds of words and ideas that they
would be better off not knowing. I’m not really glad that Sydney or any of my
other kids have ever come home to ask me what some filthy word meant. I’m not
really happy that Sydney or any of my other kids have ever come home to tell me
a filthy joke that they did not understand the meaning of. Those kinds of things
I WISH I could have sheltered all my kids from.
However, by age ten, Sydney should have caught on by now that others do
not always have her best interest at heart and that sometimes following other
people blindly will get her into trouble. The FAS left her with so little
impulse control, she has a difficult time thinking before she acts. If a
classmate suggests an activity (even one she has been warned about), she does
not (cannot) stop and consider the consequences usually. I believe she is
beginning to develop some self-control that we have not seen before. So, I
suppose when I count my blessings I should count her peers (even the ones with
questionable intentions) as a blessing to us.
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Here's a similar post if you want another great post: "Just Another Day in Paradise."
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